I’ll never forget lying in that hospital bed and thinking that the task before me was absolutely and utterly impossible. It didn’t matter that I knew millions upon millions of women had given birth to children over countless generations. Too bad for me… there was no way that baby was coming out. I remember looking around at my family in the room, thinking, “I’m glad you all are having a good time, but this ain’t happenin’!”
Martha is a pediatrician and member of St. Luke’s. For many years, she’s been teaching the Bible lesson in our 2-year-old Sunday school class. Our 2-year-olds love Martha and look forward to her arrival each week!
Ms. Twila is a homeschool teacher to her daughter, Abbey, and a member of St. Luke’s. For many years, Ms. Twila has been teaching our 4-year-old Sunday school class. Our preschoolers love Ms. Twila and enjoy her lessons very much!
It is amazing to me that God’s grace is so difficult to accept. Not that others struggle with the gift, but that I myself struggle to receive this incredible gift that God has given. No, I don’t struggle with it often, but there are times that I do. There are times that I don’t believe that I am deserving, or worthy, or whatever else I can convince myself. But that is what is so amazing about God’s grace. I don’t deserve it, but because of Christ and what He did for us all, I am worthy… because He is worthy.
I love to plan! I love to plan parties, events, projects, shows, meetings for our teachers, trips, my day, anything! In fact, I must have “a plan” in just about everything I do or I feel a bit out of sorts.
This is my favorite Bible verse. It’s the verse that comes to mind when I can’t go any further. It’s my knot at the end of my rope. But, I’ve had to learn to trust God to provide the strength to tie that knot, to trust Him to make the impossible possible.
As he drew near to Jericho, a blind man was sitting by the roadside begging; and hearing a multitude going by, he inquired what this meant. They told him, “Jesus of Nazareth is passing by.” And he cried, “Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!” And those who were in front rebuked him, telling him to be silent; but he cried out all the more, “Son of David, have mercy on me!” And Jesus stopped, and commanded him to be brought to him; and when he came near, he asked him, “What do you want me to do for you?” He said, “Lord, let me receive my sight.” And Jesus said to him, “Receive your sight; your faith has made you well.” And immediately he received his sight and followed him, glorifying God; and all the people, when they saw it, gave praise to God.
(Luke 18:35 – 43)
As our Pastor of Congregational Care at St. Luke’s, I see many people who are very ill and some who are near death. Oftentimes these are people who I have known for years and have come to love and appreciate. I consider it a sacred privilege that they allow me to spend time with them, especially when their earthly time is dwindling.
I contend that sunrises outshine sunsets every time. Both have immaculate color, mazy clouds weaving through the horizon, and just a few moments of pure burst that recall for me the beauty I’ve experienced in this world. Sunrises hold the promise of a new day, with new possibilities, and new dreams to chase down with abandon. I believe with each sunrise comes a reminder that God isn’t finished with us yet – that we have at least one more day of life to live and love to give.
I grew up in a small town – where everyone knew everyone. It had its pros and cons. What I loved most about growing up in that setting was that my friends pretty much remained constant through my adolescence. I found a friend when we were two years old in the church nursery, and we’ve been inseparable. My first sleepover was at her house, we went to school dances together, played on the same sports teams, took family vacations together, and went to proms together. Then one special day, I was able to stand beside her as she married the love of her life.
4:30 a.m. is not a good time to get a phone call. It’s actually a terrifying time to get a phone call when you have a loved one in the hospital. My heart sank when the caller was a nurse. “You better get here soon. She may not have much longer.” What? Why? What happened? She went in for a ‘simple procedure!’